Season

 1 Spring|     urge us to rejoice. ~But say, O queen of song, why do
 2 Spring|   again, and then went on to say: ~"When God created and
 3 Spring|   well drest - 'tis shame to say -~A nobleman, at that, much
 4 Spring|     good-for-nothing trash. ~Say, Milkus, you dumb wretch,
 5 Spring|     mud -~And over and again say selfsame silly things. ~
 6 Spring|    the manor running fast. ~'Say, Gryta,' I exclaimed, 'What'
 7 Spring|     old Krizas came along. ~'Say, friend,' I said to him, '
 8 Spring|   forseeing joyless days, ~I say to her, 'Dear Ma, for once
 9 Spring|     later on to weave. ~"And say not a harsh word about that
10 Summer| perform our daily work." ~"I say," spake Lauras leaning on
11 Summer|     tongues. ~He never would say Tu but always he said Jus; ~
12 Summer|     help,~And I'm ashamed to say, the meat now is all gone,~
13 Summer|     field - it is a shame to say - ~Morose, alone, the dry
14 Summer|     wise that they ablabbing say. ~Many vain lordlings strut
15 Summer|    but looked askance. ~They say that the townsfolk regard
16 Summer|    have worked so fervently?~Say, is not it a sin to waste
17 Summer|    none e'en to taste. ~They say the German wives pick mushrooms
18 Summer|      defending women folk, ~"Say, ladies, shall we now let
19 Autumn|    they may meet, but seldom say a thing. ~As the guests
20 Autumn|      sinful eyes to God ~And say a humble prayer before you
21 Autumn|   and violence arose. ~"They say that a drunk boor becomes
22 Winter|    behave, ~So now I wish to say a word about your faults.~
23 Winter|     long enough; ~Now let us say a word about the winter